Snowflakes drift solidly down landing on endless snowbanks
At first standing out unique but eventually relenting
And becoming part of the mass of absorbed flakes.
Birds light together but separate,
Scattered at first, they come together as a flock
Silently turning, thinking, flying as one.
A winter-bare tree explodes into bud every Spring.
Without a sigh, thousands of vibrant green leaves
Fight their way from tight-fisted coccoons.
An old woman falling a sleep forever,
The electric quiet before the bell,
A drifting petal, the rings on a pond,
A lover's kiss.
These are the sounds that ring in my ear.
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